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[300 Golden tickets= 5 Bonus chapters] [100 Golden tickets= 2 Bonus chapters] [400 Power stones= 5 Bonus chapters] [200 Power stones= 2 Bonus chapters] I'll try to do the total bonus chapters before the end of week... but I can't make any promises ______ Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled. “Missed opportunity is tomorrow’s regret.”

[300 tickets d'or = 5 chapitres bonus] [100 tickets d'or = 2 chapitres bonus] [400 Power stones = 5 chapitres bonus] [200 Power stones = 2 chapitres bonus] Je vais essayer de faire tous les chapitres bonus avant la fin de la semaine... mais je ne peux rien promettre ______ Yohan se réveille dix ans dans le passé, à l'époque où il vivait encore avec son oncle et n'avait pas encore perdu le salon de massage de ses parents. Avec un étrange livre rempli de techniques de bien-être entre les mains, il décide de vivre différemment cette fois—plus conscient, plus déterminé, et peut-être même plus épanoui. "Une opportunité manquée est le regret de demain."

If the world has millions of virgins, I am one of them. If the world has ten virgins, I am one of them. If the world has only one virgin, then that’s me. And if the world has no virgins left, it must mean I’m no longer on Earth. That pretty much sums me up. My luck with women was so pathetic that even on my 25th, I hadn’t held a woman’s hand. Well, except my mom’s. And even that ended when my parents died in an accident and left me alone. But by some twist of fate, I ended up meeting a goddess and was chosen to be her Saint. And not just any Saint, but a Saint whose mission was to spread my seeds- ahem, to spread a teaching of the concept of freedom to love and lust. “Yes, my time has finally come!” That was my first thought. Until I realized I had been sent to a kingdom with strict laws, a conservative society, and a population devoted to the orthodox Church. If I weren’t careful, I likely would end up burned at the stake before I could enjoy any fruits of my labor. Now I had to worry about getting found out by husbands whose wives I bedded, boyfriends whose girlfriends I stole, clergymen whose priestesses I seduced.

I was reincarnated... I didn't expect it. When I died, I really was reincarnated. Happy? No, not at all. It was just nonsense I didn't want to get involved in, and I really just wanted to end this nonsense right away. But, surprisingly, my wife also reincarnated with me. That changes everything: I must live and, more importantly, keep her alive. I won't make the same mistake twice. No matter what I have to do... I'll do it. I never imagined that would involve running a massage parlor that, for some reason, keeps attracting dissatisfied wives, women with marital problems. I don't know what kind of bizarre luck hangs over us, but that doesn't change what I have to do. No matter who or what I have to use to achieve it: my wife and I will survive. We will survive whatever this world, or the unknown beings that inhabit it, has in store for us. That is absolute. #Harem #Romance #Comedy #Yandere#MILFs #Doppelganger#Incest #GroupActio#Oyakodon#Elves #MonsterGirls #Kemonomimi#Demons #Dragons, Priestesses,#and much more..

He disappeared to escape the noise. Then a message brought him back to the silence. When David walks away from everything — his city, his friends, even Mavia, the boy who once made life feel bearable — he believes he's saving them all from his slow collapse. But weeks after cutting all ties, he receives a message in the dead of night: > “He said, ‘I will die.’ And then he did.” Mavia is gone. The cause? Suicide. The last words? > “Tell David he was right.” David returns to a past he tried to bury and finds only pieces — a grieving sister, a final letter, and a notebook filled with things Mavia never said aloud. But as David starts uncovering what Mavia truly felt — and what he was really running from — he realizes this story isn't just about death. It’s about what we leave unsaid. It’s about what it means to be seen. And sometimes, the most powerful confessions… are the ones we never send. A quiet, devastatingly emotional journey of grief, guilt, and healing — where love exists in memory, silence holds the deepest truths, and one message can rewrite everything.

What is Himeros Massage? Brett Jackson knows Himeros was the Greek god of sexual desire, but how does that translate into a massage, and is he ready for whatever it might be?<br><br>After throwing his cheating and drug-addicted boyfriend out of his life, Brett spent a year believing celibacy was his best option. But his close friend Leo says Brett has checked out of life, and it’s time to return. He gives Brett a gift certificate for a massage. The only problem is, he won’t -- or can’t -- describe what a Himeros Massage is. He just assures Brett it isn’t a “rub and tug” kind of thing.<br><br>Meeting handsome massage therapist Aaron James, Brett decides to open his mind and see what happens. But can a massage really help him reclaim his life?

Dallas, a young aspiring dancer with a broken family. She keeps her cards close to her chest, rarely letting anyone in. the observer. Brooks, the boy with the world on his shoulders. He has so much to lose and would do anything to protect what's left of his life. the observed. What happens when their paths cross, setting them on a journey of breaking and rebuilding from the ground up? What happens when two broken souls collide?

how about a very long soothing massage? imagine coming back from your long shift, shoulders as heavy as carrying the whole world, your focus at zero because you are tired and have a terrible headache, your heels burning from the up and down, running down the corridors of the hospital from ward to ward. how about a very long full body massage? haven't you had enough of the ringing sound in your ears created by the forever ringing bells in the wards, the intercom, lay down, relax and be taken care of, this could turn out to be the one and only thing you have been missing your while life. it's just a massage, an innocent massage, you will just have to close your eyes and trust the masseur, don't worry the ointment is warm, if not drift to sleep then it's something else you might drift in, just don't fall in love with the poor masseur, he needs to be sane for the next customer. this is a porn short story, if you are not afraid to get naked and explore your body, then this is for you, as you will learn about fisting, double vaginal penetration, dildos, ass fucking, gang bang and public fucking. if the language is unbearable then the content will be a horror.

Once feared and revered as a warrior who could shatter boulders and fight a thousand enemies alone, the Heavenly Demon mysteriously vanishes, only to reappear more than a thousand years later in the contemporary world. Now occupying the body of a sports medicine student at PyeongO University, Kang Tae-han retains the wisdom and battle-hardened spirit of his former self but must grapple with the limitations of his weakened, ordinary body. To make ends meet, he joins his friend, Choi Seong-hyun, in working at a sauna, where he becomes a massage therapist. Utilizing his ancient martial knowledge and Qi manipulation, Kang Tae-han surprises clients with his miraculous abilities to relieve fatigue and restore vitality through his massages. One of his first clients, Nam Woo-hyun, a weary sales deputy, is astonished at how the Demon Lord masterfully unblocks meridians and rejuvenates his exhausted body. Though starting as a part-time job, Kang Tae-han’s massage work turns into a unique opportunity for him to reshape his life, facing new challenges while integrating his old martial prowess with modern practices. With a dash of humor, cultural nuance, and the excitement of blending ancient and modern worlds, this novel explores themes of resilience, adaptation, and ambition as Kang Tae-han uses his unmatched skills to excel in an unexpected profession.

Limbo; the lost spirits of the realm between immortals and man. Was the lair of many spirits whom the world had cast aside and refused to see their worth. Spirits that laid lost. Spirits that lingered to replay their death. Spirits that no longer understood right from reason. These pitiful souls were once either humans that suffered greatly or gods that were killed by other deities. It is the realm of chaos. And it is my duty to assist them with passing to the next realm. At least, now it is.